The first time I came to San Felice Circeo was with my godson’s mother in the spring of 1998.
My German publisher had recommended a nice hotel in this village south of Rome. As always we took his recommendation very seriously.
Back in 1998 I was still traveling with a typewriter.
Yesterday my laptop seemed to have died on the train from Milan to Rome. I thought of the spring of 1998 and my typewriter.
The demise of my laptop gave me an anxiety attack. It felt as if my mistress had passed away.
Thank God it was just an old battery.